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The Eclectic Pen - DEVOID

By: Barbara P. (gotchagal) - ,   + 19 more  
Date Submitted: 4/6/2010
Last Updated: 5/7/2010
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 171

  I feel so empty all the time now.
I turn radios on, room to room, wherever I go.
The house does not fulfill me.
I am a seed needing water to bloom.

I am filled with fears that leave me vulnerable.
I am wounded, and ashamed to be seen bleeding.
I am naked in the streets,
And I close my eyes and pretend I'm not here.

Mornings I am at low ebb,
And I spend my days slowly drifting down.
Phone calls and letters send me tumbling.
My children are all I have left to cling to,
But they are only twigs, and cannot bear the weight.

It is almost March,
and leaves should have
stopped falling months ago.

Barbara Gregory (Pearlman) c.1974

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